Tuesday 24 February 2015

Stare-downs and Sauce Part 2.



Electra ( left ) eyes up the competition for the BFuk cat-fight title. She is going to find that the confident Ceecee matches her in most departments.

The title was vacant until Ceecee appeared and three weeks before the title fight she and Electra had an astounding fight amongst the hay bails, down on the farm. There hadn't been a real challenge to Electra's dominance until Ceecee suddenly appeared and she looked to be a truly credible challenge.

Very much a strength fight they pushed each other to the limit within the rules, Electra taking the win with a merciless finish. Three weeks later to my huge surprise Ceecee agreed to take on Electra for the vacant title.

Amid a furore on the internet the fight took place topless among the hay bales again. Man! What a sight ( Ceecee right )as these two magnificent women faced each other. Their previous fight had been fairly close and I wasn't going to write Ceecee off in spite of losing earlier, perhaps she had a plan.

My adrenalin was soaring.

It was clear from the start Ceecee had confidence, out of the starting blocks quickly putting Electra on the defensive back foot, up against the hay bales. Fighting desperately, Electra began to turn the fight her way until at one point both piling outside the fight arena.

The fight swung back and forth until I sensed Electra's strength was going to endure as Ceecee's had begun to waver. The classic finish with Ceecee beaten on the floor, Electra towering over her.

Electra looked exhausted as she claimed the trophy, the mascara running just a little and the relief obvious.


A marathon fight split into two downloads faced Justice in her debut fight against Sahara. ( left - note the partial Haka from Sahara ) Heavier than Sahara I thought Justice had a good chance of beating her slighter opponent if she could get her to the floor and take the mount position where Sahara might well get stuck underneath at Justice's mercy. Should I have been surprised? Not if Sahara is in the mix because she was the first to take Justice down.

The fight was to flow backwards and forwards with heavy slaps and hair gripping for advantage. Justice, being a newbie fought for and found her niche so that each was giving the other an equally hard time. The flesh suffered badly for both and I can't imagine how the hair roots felt.




The Becca and Kelly fights I felt were sensual classics. Consider two good-lookers with trim figures sexily dressed, grappling on the deck in mostly strength struggles with some slapping and hair work.

If you like turnovers, there were over seventy in their first fight which was outdoors in the field and the other indoors wearing very feminine outfits. Both girls did eventually fight topless in other fights and I quibble, no doubt unfairly, that this was missing in both their fights but I guess I don't want to reach these dizzy heights too often for health reasons.









The legends Axa and Natalie chose to fight topless apparently in front of their partners ( many cat-fight fans would subscribe to that ). Axa threw herself into this fight giving Natalie ( left ) a tough contest, initially edging ahead but when it comes to competitive Natalie knows how to pace herself.

Both girls were into numerous heavy hard slapping exchanges and bitchy hair gripping in a hotly contested sexy ground fight on blankets. The twists and turns and the see-saws back and forth of this fight made this one of my favourite fights at BFuk.

Why sexy? Apart from the obvious, I'm easily swayed but the imagary captured by the camera tuned my mind in and out of the erotic. I do try to keep the lesbian thinking away from cat-fights but it's a sexy imaginary extension I sometimes can't resist, and Axa and Natalie are candidates for that extension whether they like it or not. My bad!

I did come to the conclusion ( forgive the pun ) after double checking the film that Axa had it in for Natalie's vulnerable breasts giving them titties hard slaps without retaliation in kind, but when the tables were turned I later let out a cheer when Natalie got her own back with some good inside whacks. I'm sure these girls do harbour revenge and enjoy gettin their own back which removes the perfunctory element, an element totally removed from many bitchfightuk fights in my mind.



Their rematch began with a walk-around in sexy lingerie followed by an equally hot ground fight with, again, heavy slapping episodes. All in all two very sexy, hard hitting, hair tugging fights.


Forgive the repetition but these next two stare-downs linked to my hopes of a showdown between Faith and Natalie. Carmen's (left) and Faith's first fight was a stab in the dark in my thoughts because if Carmen is beaten by Faith then my dream of Faith going after Natalie was improved.

Carmen had not long before lost to Natalie in a tough fight and if Faith beat Carmen my dream fight was on the cards. Carmen did have me wondering when, in the opening minutes she had her feet into Faith's belly and her whole body was pushed into the air but Faith landed without injury and after three hard rounds went on to force a submission from a fighting Carmen.




No sign of my dream fight. Come on BFuk get the finger out! It was decided that Carmen and Faith would rematch. By now bad blood between the two definitely escalated with scathing exchanges on the old forum.

The rematch was so intense because these ladies had learned a lot from their first encounter so, was Carmen going to turn the tables? Dressed in skirts and blouses the bitching was over and the fight was on. Boom!

Faith ( left ) forced Carmen onto the settee and while Carmen gripped Faith's hair she was bodily lifted off the settee and brought to the floor ( a touch of MMA ). Carmen could not match Faith's determination. Later, while straddling Carmen, ever the spectacular showgirl, Faith took off her shirt exposing her lovely breasts as she straddled and contained Carmen. Wow! The pic ( above ) is the start of the third round. ) The submission finally came from a beaten and gutted Carmen but the bitchy talk kept going for a short time before Carmen walked off the set and the camera died as Faith flexed a sore shoulder..



At this time I was concluding a picture story on the old forum imagining Natalie and Faith in a championship bitch fight, finally backing Faith to win but a cowboy state-side explained why Natalie would win. I was chuffed I finally got a response from a cat-fight fan.

The announcement suddenly hit the forum that the fight between Natalie ( right ) and Faith had happened. Gasp! It transpired that when Faith rematched Carmen, Natalie was at the arena ready to take on Faith. No, they didn't box ( above ) but I was to see the fight I had longed for and I can tell you it was a blockbuster, for me, superseding all others. Two confident young women finally facing up to tackle the unknown.

Monday 16 February 2015

The Pub Fight Stories 1 - A Dream Photoshopped.

MANDY V PORTIA

I did post that I'd like to imagine and feature Mandy against Portia in a gloved fight, so this post will take time to create and requires returning for updates in the future. I start with the stare-downs to inspire me: the dark look helps. I have no idea if they actually would box but after their stand-up cat-fight, maybe.


The dream began:-

Portia is the English Midlands Light-weight Pub Champion but she refused to put her title on the line simply because she didn't think Mandy was deserving enough, having beaten her in a previous fight.






( Lean, angular Mandy ( right ), her cat-fight performances have inspired me and I just became a fan of hers without second thoughts while curvy Portia would just have to bat her eyes at me and I'd be enslaved.)

The stare-downs fierce before they make ready to don the gloves. 

Whirling from reality these two got into these stare-downs as they were in the dressing room to get ready. What you can't tell from the pics is- were they totally naked? Of course they were, it was a dream: while I can't show you that, they were getting in the mood for the fight.






These two posed in boxing gloves before their cat-fight. I think they liked the feel of the gloves so perhaps I imagined the words. Some of you won't believe it: see if I care.



That was a challenge, wasn't it? By hook or by uppercut let the leather fly.





Interviewed before touching gloves, Portia was full of confidence answering questions from the sponsors and her answer was ' I know I can beat her, the skills I've got will be too much for her. She has zero chance.'














Mandy didn't duck the questions and her answers were, indignantly ' I'm not too old to take her on ' and with a smile ' I don't really know but when I slip these gloves on I feel a huge buzz. Is that baaaad? ' When pressed about Portia's title...' Not a problem she'll have to put it up next time, after I beat her.'




The ladies are almost ready to embark on the big fight. The pub is packed with bodies and the bets are being screamed between the punters with most of the money going on Portia who, it appears from her statements apparently has previous training, although some thought this was rumoured deliberately by Mandy's supporters.

BFuk has the contract for the fight and are all set to record but they had to set up a live feed to the bar from the fight room where the girls and their seconds were readying. 

Speculation has it that there is an ongoing feud between the girls after a cat-fight and since Portia had beaten Mandy in a close slugging slap-fight she had been boasting of her success and Mandy had, after a public argument in this very pub, challenged Portia to a fight of any kind. Portia suggested wearing fighting gloves and the only rule was ' no biting.'

No bigger than fifteen feet by twelve the fight room had little room for running - roped off at one end while the referee and the seconds are not allowed beyond.



A deathly hush descends over the pub as Mandy is seen punching air in practice as the bell sounds for the first round.

Mandy cagily shuffles to the centre of the room, Portia is already three quarters way going for left and right body shots into Mandy's ribs.

Defensively Mandi covers up as Portia aims kicks into her thighs and calves, her attention downstairs while Mandy siezes her opening with a magnificent chin shot.


 

The sweat sprays from Portia's hair: the fight room is like a sauna and the girls are already sweating buckets. Mandy is about to follow through but is warned off by the official and a count is begun while the seething pub erupts.

Portia shakes her head and beckons Mandy into her range before the mandatory count ends.

Photo shot taken from TV screen in pub because my finger wasn't ready. Thank goodness somebody was on the ball. Thank you... whoever.




Mandy weaves her way forward and it looks to me as if Portia is wobbling.

She goes in high with her right foot and catches a sluggish Portia deep in the belly, forcing her backwards. She covers up as Mandy looks for a telling punch past Portia's defence with some success as the bell sounds.








Portia returns to her corner, her left eye smarting and discoloured




while Mandy smiles broadly as her second congratulates her for her able performance. It looks as if Mandi has the punch to make a difference.

















 

Mandy comes out for the second round confident but again she is flat-foot caught, Portia swings a heavy kick into her stomach. 

Mandy covers up, bent over while Portia lands heavy kicks to her lower legs and abdomen.















The kicks are hurting and Mandy doesn't seem able to cover up effectively as an excited Portia switches and lands punch after punch to Mandi's head.


















Mandy is down for a count, blood dripping from her nose, pooling on the canvas floor, while Portia kisses her glove and raises her arms.

Mandy raises her head and stares at her corner in disbelief, her second gets next to her ' You'll never live it down ' he screams in her ear making sure he is heard over the tumult from the bar.




She slowly rises and an eager Portia goes for the finish but Mandy gets close and ties Portia in a strong clinch. The girls do the clinch dance with Portia trying to bang in the punches and Mandy trying to get her bearings.

End of the round with Portia eagerly listening to her second, Mandy, in a daze needs attention to her bleeding nose. Her second tries to lift her spirits with encouraging words.


 


Portia gets right into Mandy's body at the bell with glove and foot but Mandi's flat firm stomach holds steady. She retaliates with a kick as Portia bangs in a hard right catching her forehead.













Mandy goes on the attack looking for revenge with rights and lefts, close in, to prevent Portia from kicking.

Cleverly, Portia siezes the back of Mandy's neck pulls her close and knees her stomach and ribs repeatedly.


















Mandy's hands now low and without cover, her face gets two wicked elbow shots from Portia forcing Mandy to break away, she is injured as Portia sets for another onslaught.

 



The clinch is a must for Mandy as she grabs Portia's waist and the slow dance begins to wait for the end of the round.












In frustration, Portia head butts Mandy on the side of the head and she staggers away at the sound of the bell. Almost unrecognisable: Portia now cut on the lip and a bruised eye and Mandy's nosebleed has restarted, both eyes bruised and her nose looks a bit crooked. 

I hear Mandy's second tell her 'She's using everything in the book of no rules. You ain't.' ( He's a Yank? ) ' You cannot win unless you use your head to find everything you've got. Find a pattern. You hear me? ' He yells.





Mandy resignedly hauls herself up to get the fourth round underway.

Seeing Portia approach firms up Mandy's attention; she starts with a definite pattern, kicking low, solid firm punches to the body, shifting to the head with superb combinations, while a puzzled Portia needs all her effort to defend but that's a slippery slope, when Mandy crowns her effort with a knee to the crotch.

Would you believe it, I'm sure Mandy apologises as Portia staggers, almost going down.


 


Mandy's focus is on a railway track until a desperate Portia clinches, gripping the back of her head to bring Mandy's face to a raised knee. Spludge! That was wet. Adrenalin streaks into Portia who is about to vent her aching spleen but she's overshot the bell as Mandy's second ducks the rope and pulls Portia away.

Both seconds are arguing as the girls are led back to their respective corners.





Mandy does not want to sit, she is so mad; after the briefest of attention from her second she waits for the bell mouthing words at Portia: despite a good knee to the face Portia lost that round to Mandy who wants more payback.

Portia's second tells her to keep cool, that she'll have a good round because Mandy is mad angry. 

Mandy's intuitive second indicates a problem to the officials and the bar crowd go mental, the howls and fighting breaking out, heard in the adjacent fight room. I figure he wants extra time-out so Mandy cools. He points out a problem with the girls shorts, that the colours are running. Both girls agree to remove their shorts to get on with the fight.





Having to strip down weakens Portia's attention and she takes a solid uppercut to the chin which is the best punch ever, Mandy could bring; Portia wavers, her eyes look puzzled, sinking to her knees, trying to focus on Mandy's face. Mandy is ecstatic, the fight looks over as the count begins. If a pin were dropped in the bar it would be heard.




Would you believe it, in the middle of the count Mandy, in a rush of desperation, punches and kicks Portia while her bum is touching floor. ' Get right down, bitch ' she shouts.

The seconds are in there quickly pulling Mandy off while the official suspends the fight and the bedlam reaches riotous proportions in the bar.

The official finally gets the crowd's attention and asks the committee members to meet in the fight room to make a decision regarding the rules infringement by Mandy.





Mandy waits patiently for the committee's decision while Portia gets treatment from her second. The committee reaches a democratic decision and explains the options to Mandy.

Disqualification or retribution. She agrees on retribution from Portia rather than disqualification which is a brave move and indicates her determination to close the fight win or lose.




It's a 20 second penalty as Mandy's second leads her aching body to the centre of the room and tells her to kneel. ' You listening ' She nods. ' She gets free kicks and punches at you for 20 seconds, you gotta take a few but take a count to get rid of the penalty,' he wisely suggests.

Portia looks suitably indignant and recharged at the thought of finishing the fight at the penalty stage. 

Portia rushes at Mandy when the bell is sounded aiming punches....one... as Mandy ducks and sways...two...getting hit but not badly...three...Portia realises her mistake and uses her legs...four...a knee to the head...five...a kick to ribs...six...a big kick to the belly...seven...a brutal back elbow swipe to the face...eight...Mandy sags to the floor as a frustrated Portia is halted.



The count continues, at ...15...unbelievably Mandy struggles ...16...to rise and gets...17... to her ...18...knees...19...again. Portia tries to land a final kick at the uncomprehending Mandy ...20...but loses her balance, falling against Mandi bringing both to the floor.

The bell sounds but they lie there,  breasts to breasts, thighs to thighs, sweat and blood mingling from tired bodies. I hear Portia exclaim,' Hey: this is weird ! ' but a dazed Mandy holds on to Portia, grateful for the welcome break. Their seconds help them to their feet and to their corners.

Portia is now favourite to win and her supporters are rubbing their hands with glee. Mandy's second is effusive in congratulating her for her stoic handling of the penalty infringement but looking at her, he sees, like I do, a wreck: not that Portia looks much better but she still seems to have a good round left in her while Mandy, I fear, does not, I'll be very surprised if she lasts the next round.


And that's how it seems, Mandy trying to wrap her arms around Portia in a clinch and Portia using her knees to destroy the muscle protection of Mandy's belly: Mandy's feet unhinging at times, clinging tightly on to Portia's neck, in fact the weight of Mandy hanging on is draining Portia's energy: Portia weakly tries to dislodge Mandy but she's too tired and both fall to the floor.



Now a writhing heap of sweaty limbs and bodies the ladies tangle on the floor. Looking at the official's face it occurs to me he had done nothing about Mandy hanging on to Portia the way she had, presumably he thought her unable to fight so he had not asked for a separation.




I had other thoughts on the matter because Mandy was giving as good as she was getting on the floor, including a head butt on Portia.

The bell sounds to end the fourth round and Mandy surprisingly up first, leaves Portia on her knees. The bar crowd, for the first time actually applaud the two girls after the round and taking into consideration they had gone a distance in fight terms not previously achieved in female pub fights, as I was later informed, had elicited their praise.

I found it difficult to look at the girls as they were in such a mess but it did look as if Mandy had perked up a little just as Portia was struggling to breathe, looking distressed, her second trying valiantly to convince her the fight was hers.




Looking exhausted, Portia, her eyes half-shut from punching, maybe didn't hear her second's words ' Finish her off ' made the effort to raise her gloves and Mandy, one eye completely shut, keeping her gloves low, circling Portia who kicked out at Mandy's leg. Head down, Mandi went in low driving Portia against the wall with a jarring thump.




She stood back and let go a long straight left catching a rebounding Portia, whose defence was a fraction too slow, on the face.




Portia, on her way to the floor scrabbling to hold on to Mandy's waist, her head now vulnerable.

Seizing her chance Mandy holds Portia's head steady,  the hard vicious right and a knee strike into Portia's face lay her flat on the floor: a knockout.





Declared the winner after the count, Mandy was hustled out of the arena quickly while Portia was carried out. 

Monday 9 February 2015

Staredowns and Sauce. Part 1

On the old BFuk forum, fan contribution, in my view altered the shape of the fights as Bfuk took to occasionally showing opponents in a close stare-down before locking horns. More often the pic is the medium of this meaningful act of aggression.

Electra (right) was seriously serious when she entered the fight arena, even wearing an Xmas hat you can tell from the pic she wasn't there to lose. With Electra fans got their moneys-worth. Ria ( left ) gave of her best valiantly staying in the fight but Electra was too powerful and willing to go the extra.

Cassie was on the receiving end of a beat-down from Electra, now Cassie was jokey and cheeky during her fights but it was wasted on Electra.

I'm making Electra out to be humourless. Not true. Without elaboration she had me in stitches on another matter on the internet: nearly wet myself.







In addition a few fights were preceded with the ladies circling each other exchanging verbals. I did love these additions to the download, not so much the stare-down but the circling with verbal got me to amber level quickly; the ladies would strut their stuff sucking me into the highest levels of anticipation ( on more than one level - can't keep my eyes off the swinging butt - so sexy ) before the fight began.















And a superb example was Axa v Jamie Lee. These girls put so much venom into the preliminaries that I had to believe there was total animosity between the two; the fight lived up to that start. As they circled each other the atmosphere flowed from intense stare-down to very sexy strutting in high gear.

And how did that bubble burst? A verbal from Axa happened and Jamie could contain herself no longer, her hands snaked into Axa's hair, a flare of violence to rein me back to reality.

Most of the fights I watched lived up to the BFuk tradition, going beyond at times while a few could be defined differently but I always found something in the difference to rally my interest.

Very rarely did I have to watch it twice in order to do so, in fact watching twice allowed me to research breast-slapping at BFuk, perhaps in another post.





The ladies entering into the discussions on the forum heightened my appreciation of them and I was able to take this perspective into their upcoming fights. I can understand why some girls have no interest in stare-downs or strutting, just as I can understand why many fans are only interested in the fight itself.

Carmen and Faith ( left ) were prime examples of forum forecast, I tingled at their forum tussle as I did in that magnificent fight where Faith gave Carmen no quarter though Faith's hair roots must have been ' tingling ' from Carmen's solid hair grip.




One of the few fights I mentioned earlier could not meet the standards of a BFuk barnstormer.

Axa versus a topless Chelsea French was a playful version with two very sexy ladies behaving in a serious stare-down way, but Chelsea French wasn't there to knock the stuffing out of Axa.

It soon emerged that Axa was way above the fight standard of Chelsea French though Axa maintained a dour face and roughed-up her opponent throughout the fight.

The fight ended with Axa playfully slapping Chelsea French's naked chest. Wow, mile high in an instant for me. So if it's a mis-match, make mine a decent-sized sandwich with a delicious meaty centre and sexy sauce.